So, this one time, I was no more than five years old, and I was pestering my father about something stupid.Naturally, he didn’t even blink at my impossible request.
I was a rather dramatic child, so I decided it would be wise to throw myself on the sofa in despair, honoring him with a quiet, but well-prepared sob. Three seconds later, completely unmoved by my Academy Award worthy performance, I heard him say:
‘Now, don’t cry like a Disney princess and go away, I’m busy.’
I kind of got it back then, but today, I found out exactly what I was doing, and just why he saw right through me.